A dreary Friday night in the Undercity. The muscular female held up choppy locks of messy black hair behind her head, spitting blood into a sink, running the creaky faucet and scooping up some water with cupped hands to run down her cheeks with her fingers, smearing her dark makeup down her fair skin. She was in the back of the street-fighting ring, a little makeshift bedroom. Emptied, half-broken alcohol bottles laced the corners of the room. Vi glared at herself in the mirror, many thoughts running through her head. Thoughts about Powder - about Jinx. About her parents. ..about Caitlyn.

A memory of her enforcer ex-girlfriend's smile flashed through her mind, suddenly fueling her with the energy to smash her bandaged fist through the glass of the mirror, shattering it with a groan, silent as she took a moment to breathe.

..seconds later, her peace was interrupted by the sound of someone opening the door, immediately charging up her clunky Hextech-powered metal gauntlets, steam exhaling from the pipes as the wires glowed bright blue, signaling them turning on. "Who's there?" She demanded into the dark.